The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a half-built, intricate Tibetan Buddhist mandala is sprawled out across the floor of a massive, empty indoor swimming pool. Like, the smell of chlorine and incense is heavy in the air, and it's eerily quiet except for this low, constant hum of what sounds like an old-school dial-up modem connecting to AOL. The air is still, but a bunch of empty plastic pool chairs are somehow slowly rearranging themselves to form perfect, intricate sacred geometry patterns around the mandala, which seems to be made entirely out of discarded motherboards and old GPUs. It's pretty humid in here.